28th March. This is my last day of work, my maternity leave starts Monday. I write this article.
29th March. We wash baby clothes. That night I wonder if I shouldn’t ask for another medical appointment on 1st April. It is really too dangerous to drive alone, contractions could come any moment now. I decide to call my gynecologist the following morning and I fall asleep wondering what if…
30 mars. I wake up at 5am and know that today is the day. Between 6 and 7 am I time contraction, between 7 and 8 am I take a bath, at 8 I wake everybody up. At 8.30 Loïs is at Manu’s and we joke on the way to the hospital. Something tells us it will be a boy. At 9 am we are at the maternity and this time I’ll have my water birth (rather “above the water/bathtub birth”, as Yann puts it). At 11.28 you’re there. Born en caul. I’ll always hear the midwife exclaiming: “Unbelievable! He’s born in the caul!”
My materity leave should have started the following day…
The French family comes to visit. Belgian and French family members gather for your birthday.
At this occasion we release (as we did for your sister) a short movie.
You’re a great little boy, quite intense. Today you had to be grounded, bump your forehead at least twice and you slept a long nap.